Then he thought for a moment, cut off a foreleg of the Thunder Deer, and slung it over his shoulder—just in case he ran into robbers, with such a foreleg in plain sight, maybe they wouldn’t suspect that he still had a storage pouch hidden in his clothes.

As fate would have it, he had walked less than ten miles with the deer leg when four or five teenagers emerged from the woods by the roadside. The moment their eyes met, both sides were stunned—it was someone they knew.

These teenagers were the very ones who had robbed Andrew Brooks of his Lieyang Fruits.

“Damn, it’s you!” The guy with the frown lines sneered and rushed forward with a kick. “You actually got away last time. Let’s see where you run this time!”

“Take it easy. Last time you already robbed me of three Lieyang Fruits,” Andrew Brooks pushed off the ground hard, his body flying backward a good distance, and coldly eyed the boys in front of him. “What, bullying people is addictive?”

“Us bullying you is giving you face,” a pale-faced youth spoke up, his voice gloomy. “Piss us off, and we’ll finish you with a single slash.”

“Aren’t you afraid of the law?” Andrew Brooks took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice.

“We, the Four Young Lords of East City, are the law,” the frown-lined youth sneered. “Be good and let us have some fun. Maybe if I’m in a good mood, I’ll spare your little life…”

While he was rambling on, Andrew Brooks suddenly felt a chill for no reason. Without thinking, he pushed off with both feet and dashed diagonally forward.

But his reaction was still a bit slow. Almost at the same time, the soil beneath his feet churned violently, and several vines shot out from the ground, whipping toward him to entangle him.

Andrew Brooks’s left foot was a bit slow to leave the ground and got wrapped around the calf by a vine. He shouted loudly, swung the deer leg in his hand, and smashed it down hard. “Get lost!”

The vine was surprisingly tough, but he had poured as much immortal power as he could into that strike, and the deer leg flew out of his hand.

The next moment, he felt the vine beneath him stiffen for an instant. Seizing the opportunity, he pulled out his left foot and dashed away without looking back.

“Damn, this guy’s really sharp,” the frown-lined youth clicked his tongue in surprise and looked at the pale-faced boy. “Samuel Wright, your wood-type spell isn’t as powerful as you claimed, huh?”

“Bullshit,” Samuel Wright replied gloomily, then stepped forward to look at the dropped deer leg, snorting in anger. “Thunder Deer… it really is the power of lightning.”

“No way?” Someone else came over to take a look. Lightning is known to be the nemesis of most spells; wood-type spells struck by lightning would be charred black.

Everyone knew what kind of wild beast the Thunder Deer was, and it was easy to recognize. When a person injects spiritual power into a wild beast’s body, they can borrow some of the beast’s attributes—this kind of thing happened from time to time.

But they still couldn’t accept one thing. “This guy’s only a Level 2 Wandering Immortal, and he can kill a Thunder Deer?”

These kids had bullied so many people that no one remembered that just a few days ago, this Level 2 Wandering Immortal had only been Level 1.

“It’s just a deer leg,” the frown-lined youth sneered. “If he really killed it, he’d be carrying the antlers, wouldn’t he?”

“Next time we see this guy, let’s surround him first,” said a short, stocky youth, who was actually the leader of this group. The next moment, a talisman appeared in his hand. “If it comes to it, we’ll just use a talisman to finish him.”

“You can use talismans inside the city?” the frown-lined youth asked in surprise.

“I mean if we run into him in the wild!” the stocky youth shot him a glare.

Andrew Brooks had no idea about their plotting. He dashed away for a long time, and only when he was sure no one was following did he find a bush, take out a set of clothes from his Sumeru Ring, and change out of what he was wearing.

As for his appearance, he didn’t bother to change it. That sort of thing was actually meaningless—identity jade tokens recognized a person’s aura. If he ran into someone truly powerful, changing his face would be pointless.

He just wanted to avoid being recognized at a glance.

After showing his identity jade token, he swaggered into the city. Seeing that the afternoon was almost over, he hurried to the main compound to hand in his task and received 250 spirit stones.

The staff thought the quality of these antlers was pretty good and even took the initiative to ask if he was interested in taking another job. If he could bring in antlers of the same quality, the price could go up to 270 spirit stones.

Andrew Brooks was a bit surprised. After asking, he found out that this was actually a private job from the staff member himself—he had a lightning-type cultivator in his family, and seeing the antlers, he got excited and wanted to make a private deal. The task hadn’t even been officially posted.

“I plan to lay low and cultivate for a while,” he declined the offer. Being only a Level 2 Wandering Immortal was really too low. He planned to focus on breaking through soon, at least to Level 4, so he wouldn’t be bullied so easily.

“My task is valid for three months,” the staff member said with a smile. “If you reach Level 3, it’ll be even easier for you. But I won’t raise the price again.”

Chapter 10: A Passing Encounter

Andrew Brooks didn’t waste words with the staff. After leaving the main compound, he found an inn and checked in, choosing a standard room at five spirit stones a day.

Previously, he had only stayed in two-spirit-stone-per-day rentals. He was really curious to see what the difference was between five spirit stones a day and two.